He came and went silently rebuffing her efforts to apologize for having slapped him. Like most modern Japanese Niomi was familiar with western customs...and in such cultures she would have had every right to slap her drunken son, but Niomi had been raised traditionally and women were expected to be subservient to men even when the man was obviously in the wrong. Although Arora had never actually struck her, his obnoxious drunken binges had resulted in verbal abuse which Niomi had suffered in. I drove away and she guided me oddly to the same spot she’d been assfucked in the minivan less than an hour before. She asked “you a cop?” “No” I said. “You got any party favors?” “No, just a warm beer in my backseat is all,” was my reply. I reached back and grabbed it for her. She gulped it down. She asked me if she knew me because I looked familiar … like I looked like her ex-husband or something. It was the most surreal moment of my life. I was having a conversation with the love of my life. To be exact, she was wear only half a dress, her clothes was torn open by some sore of sharpen object, although she try to cover most of her private parts, you can still see most of her silky white breast and her lovely ass.“Please don’t hurt me! Let me go!” Tears run from her eyes as she pleads for her life.As you wonder what have happened to your body, where were you, and what happened to the poor girl on the ground, you saw a group of goblin like yellow creatures run toward you. Most of them. And further ... and further, until she was almost lying on top of the wall around the well.A gust of wind blew her skirt up around Jill's waist. Jack stared. You see, in those days, panties, or "small clothes" as they were called then, were a luxury and only the wealthy wore them. So Jill's cute teenage muffy was obscenely exposed because her legs were also splayed open for balance as she tried to peer down into the well. Jill had an extremely cute muffy too. Her honey blond pubic hair was.